This was the anti-theft badge.
Thinking of this, Prince Ren turned his head and glanced at Marui.
His dreams were getting more and more real.
Or to put it another way,
It was getting more and more immersive.
After he inexplicably learned the zero chop ball in his dream,
Prince Ren began to pay attention to his out-of-control dreams.
He basically understood the pattern of dreams now.
Seven days a week, at least six days would be a dream, and one or two days could be remembered clearly.
And if he had a dream that he could remember clearly, he would be particularly listless the next day, unable to muster up any energy or strength.
It felt like he had unknowingly awakened some ability.
But Prince Ren was not happy at all.
This was not an ability that he wanted to master. He still had to pay a price.
Moreover, he still hadn't figured out why he would have these dreams that were so obviously directed.
It could not be that he could foresee the future.
If he could foresee the future,
If that was the case, then the price he paid was a little too low.
The so-called "future" he saw was too limited.
"Hey, Prince Ren." Marui popped a bubble.
"Come back to your senses."
Prince Ren nodded and raised his chin slightly.
Marui clicked his tongue and walked in the direction of the net.
Prince Ren followed behind him with his back slightly bent.
He went to see their opponents.
Their faces were unfamiliar.
The referee next to them introduced them …
Their names were also unfamiliar.
"Are you looking down on us?!"
Probably because their expressions were too arrogant, Ice Emperor's people could not help but ask when they shook hands.
Prince Ren thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong, so he simply nodded.
"You!"
"Don't get angry so quickly." Marui blew a bubble.
He retracted his hand and put it behind his head. "At least you have to see the prodigy's power before you admit defeat."
"You bastard!"
There was no suspense at all about the outcome of this game.
So that Prince Ren finally had a reference.
I was already very strong.
Even a tyrant like Ice Emperor.
Even if he was in the finals of the Kanto Tournament, even if he was facing an opponent who was one year older than him.
He could easily win the competition.
This feeling …
That was awesome.
“Game
won
by
Tachikai University.
6-0！”
The referee's whistle fell.
Prince Ren walked forward from the back of the field.
He prepared to go to the net to do the post-match etiquette.
Marui, who was in the front, was already skipping forward.
With a smile of exultation, he said to the two "seniors" opposite him who were in a daze, "Take a look.
The light of my genius simply illuminated the entire field.
Prince Ren was speechless.
Eh.
They returned to the preparation area, and the first row of the spectator seats behind them was for the reserves.
Marui directly walked to Kuwabara's side and said, "Jack, hurry up and enter the main team. The feeling of victory in the competition is really great."
Prince Ren blinked and wondered if he should also —
He glanced at Yanagi, and the gentle and elegant teenager turned his head to avoid his gaze.
Prince Ren clicked his tongue and looked left and right at the remaining empty seats.
Even if the seat next to Sanada was empty, he wouldn't sit. Marui had already sat down next to Willow, which happened to be in front of Kuwabara.
The remaining seats …
Yitiao and Seto were about to go on the court, and their seats were empty.
Prince Ren glanced at Mōri, who was sitting expressionlessly in his seat, and thought about it before sitting down.
He stared at Yukimura's back, wondering when he would be able to sit in that seat.
Not long after he sat down, he suddenly felt that there was a very obvious gaze.
Looking in the direction, it was a curly-haired teenager in Ice Emperor's preparation area. His eyes were sparkling, staring … staring … at Marui?
Wait a minute, calling oneself a genius can actually attract fans?
Prince Ren narrowed his eyes and faintly felt unhappy.
Seeing that the doubles match had reached a stalemate, he began to think about his own matters.
His tennis skills were stronger than he had imagined.
Usually, there were two days a week when he couldn't muster any strength, and even training was difficult for him.
If he hadn't discovered that his strength had increased significantly after persevering under such circumstances, he would have gone to a temple to ask what was wrong with him.
But because of this, he had his own thoughts.
After all, since ancient times, it was believed that dreams had power, and the power of dreams also represented one's own power.
Prince Ren was actually a materialist through and through. He had never been frightened by ghosts or gods, and he had never even believed in the existence of supernatural events.
So he had his own understanding of the abnormalities of dreams.
Was that also a type of power?
Could spiritual power or spiritual power be used in writing?
Things drawn in comics might not necessarily be fake.
Prince Ren had also watched a few matches. More than a year ago, there was a national junior tennis league, and the final match was between Sanada and Tezuka, who he would occasionally talk about.
In that match, didn't Tezuka use something called "Tempered to the Extreme"?
In fact, it was an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye, borrowing strength to fight strength.
Even if there was a light effect, it was still something that could be analyzed by physics.
So, pupina.
Prince Ren took out his weight-bearing wristbands and planned to buy a few science books and some videos of Hawking's lectures.
Ah, he also needed to buy the analysis of Freud's dreams, the original, the original.
What else?
He wasn't very interested in physics, but it was clear that physics could explain his dreams better than mathematics.
He wanted to master this power, not be controlled by it.
Prince Ren remembered that more than a month ago, when he invited Yanagi to join the department, his mood suddenly changed, and he made up his mind.
What was the first step to master this power?
First, he had to figure out what this so-called power was.
Maybe it was because Prince Ren's expression became a lot more colorful when he was making plans, which attracted the attention of Mōri, who was sitting next to him.
What was this kid thinking?
Mōri secretly curved his lips, thinking that this was a bit interesting.
While Prince Ren was thinking about this, the doubles match ended.
The score was 7-5, but in the end, they still won.
When Seto sat down, he heaved a sigh of relief. He did not regard himself as an outsider. He raised his hand and patted King Ren's shoulder. "That was close. If you had lost, you would have lost all face."
Prince Ren, who was woken up by the pat, was speechless.
Yitiao snorted and stood up, wiping his sweat, "Even if you lose, you don't have to sit. Go to the back and stay there. It's cooler."
"What are you talking about?
Don't I still have you? "
Yitiao was stunned and found that he couldn't refute.
He rolled his eyes and walked over.
Mōri was about to go on stage, so his seat was empty.
Before Prince Ren could react, he found that the person on his left had changed, and there was another person on his right.
He was sandwiched between two seniors who had just gone off the stage and were still covered in sweat.
Prince Ren: Wow, I feel like I'm a good youth who respects the old and cares for the young.
Even if Mao Li went up, there was no possibility of him losing.
He didn't usually come to practice, but Yukimura didn't really care either.
Prince Ren was also curious, but after watching a few matches, he knew that Mōri's skill level wasn't something that could be achieved without practice.
He probably felt that training together wouldn't be very effective, so he practiced by himself.
He didn't know how good the "Ice Emperor's ex-ex-minister" was.
At least he was much better than his current opponent, right?
Mōri didn't sweat much when he went off the stage.
He glanced at the blonde boy sitting in the preparation area and felt that it was a pity that he couldn't fight him.
He couldn't fight the "ex-ex-minister" and wipe away his shame, but at least he could fight the current minister … Tsk, it was a pity that he didn't have a chance.
The finals of the Kanto Tournament had five matches.
Tachikai had secured the victory in advance, but they still had to finish the two singles matches.
The restless audience quieted down after Mōri's match.
Ice Emperor was silent.
Lihai, on the other hand, also calmed down after the two cheers.
Yukimura talked about their goals every week at the pep rally. They knew that the Kanto Tournament wasn't their goal, but the National Tournament.
In such an atmosphere, Liu walked onto the stage and won the fourth round.
Prince Ren was in high spirits.
He straightened his back a little.
Yitiao was a little surprised: "What did you see?"
Prince Ren shook his head: "Sanada is going on stage."
"So what?
He's not going to lose. "
"But Radical 145 is going on stage too." Prince Ren curled his lips, "It's going to be interesting."
"Even if Radical 145 is going on stage, there's no chance of a comeback.
Ice Emperor should give up too. "Yitiao said.
Mōri refuted him: "Give up?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"Think about it, if Tachikai University lost four matches today, and only Sanada or Yukimura didn't go on stage, would you give up?
Radical 145 is the same kind of person as them.
Not only would you not give up … "Mōri paused for a moment.
Yitiao looked at him with a "who are you? Did you take the wrong medicine today? Why are you speaking for Ice Emperor?"
Snap.
The sound of fingers snapping could be heard in the silent stadium.
Looking towards the source of the sound, a blonde teenager holding a racket strolled to the middle of the court. His expression wasn't very good, but he still lifted his chin slightly to face Sanada, who was preparing on the sidelines.
"Ah, are you all mute?
Do you still need me to teach you?! "
He didn't deliberately raise his voice, but his arrogant voice spread across the stadium.
"Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor, Ice Emperor!"
Sparse voices rang out, getting louder and louder, and gradually converging into one.
Radical 145 snapped his fingers again.
As a result, the sound of support changed.
"The winner is Radical 145!
The winner is Radical 145!
The winner is Radical 145! "
Seto's eyes widened: "What is this, an idol performance? A fan publicly demonstrating how to cheer?"
"It's very vivid, very appropriate." Yitiao said.
Prince Ren didn't notice the dispute between the seniors around him.
He just opened his eyes wide.
In his line of sight, where the sunlight shone, Radical 145, who was standing with his head held high, seemed to have a halo around him.
That's …
What's the shape?
Why does it look like a flower and a crown?
I'm not hallucinating, am I?
Prince Ren pinched his fingers.